TWENTY NINE
Bella
I stare across the heads of the reporters and search Will’s face, hoping against hope he’s here to say what I hope he’s come to say. But that’s not possible. He said he couldn’t.
My throat is tight when he begins to speak.
“What if the rumors were true, only the, um... the boyfriend didn’t want to be just a boyfriend?”
My heart thumps loudly in my chest. “Well I had hoped he would be more than that, but he assured me that it wasn’t possible.”
Will coughs. “Yes, but what if he—What if I—realized that I’ve been a, um... a daft prick, and I got down on my knees...” He breaks off. He disappears and I realize he’s done just that.
Luckily, the crowd of reporters part as everyone turns to look. A tunnel forms between me and Will.
He’s kneeling, looking at me with the most pleading expression. “Bella, please forgive me. I don’t know what I was thinking. Please give me another chance to be your mate.”
I swallow. Suddenly, talking is an incredible challenge. I whisper into Roksana’s ear. “Tell the reporter to ask her question about when I’m coming back to London again?”
Roksana gives me a funny look, but she takes the microphone. “Ah, Crystal, perhaps you’d like to ask your question again.”
Everyone is looking between me and Will in confusion. He stays where he is on his knees.
Crystal says, “Ah, Bella, when will you be in London next?”
I grin at Will. “Well, it turns out I’m not leaving just yet.”
“You’re not?” Roksana whispers.
“Give me two days. I’ll be in Dubrovnik in time for rehearsals, but there’s something I have to do first.”
To her great credit, she stays very composed in the wake of that news.
“I’ll be back in London very soon, and I can see myself here as often as possible from now on.”
Hushed whispers spread through the crowd. I walk around the table and toward the gap between people.
Will is still kneeling.
“It’s him!” Someone is pointing.
“It’s the boyfriend!”
I ignore them all and stride down the aisle. Stopping right in front of Will, I cup his face in my hands. “I forgive you.”
He presses his eyes shut for one whole heartbeat, turning his face into my hand. When he opens them again, he’s smiling. “And does that mean you agree to be my mate, despite the fact that I’m the stupidest werewolf in London?”
“Oh, Will. You’re not stupid and yes. I’m dying to be your mate.”
“Werewolf! Did you get that? He’s a werewolf.” Cameras flash.
“Sorry.” I try to ignore the cameras, but it’s impossible.
“What for?” asks Will.
“For all this. For the mess my life is.”
“Don’t be stupid.” He stands and scoops me into his arms. “We’ll be laughing about whatever they print in the papers tomorrow, I promise.”
I throw my arms around his neck and the crowd parts for him to walk down the middle. I can believe we’ll be laughing. Because of him. Because of how he makes me feel.
More cameras flash and people call my name, but it’s all just noise. I only have eyes for my werewolf.
Will carries me out of the airport, not even setting me down when we get to the public part of the terminal and then out into the taxi area. He walks straight up to one, opens the door, and bends to set me inside. I slide over to let him in.
“Notting Hill,” I tell the driver. “The faster the better. I’ll pay double if you keep your eyes on the road.”
“Yes, ma’am!” The driver takes off before the people at the airport have realized what just happened. I don’t think I’ve ever made an exit from a public event quicker.
Will tucks me against his side. “I really am sorry.”
“No, I get it. I didn’t mean to mess you around, but I know it looked that way.”
“I should have trusted you.”
“You chased me. That’s what counts. We have time for trust to come, right?”
“I hope so.”
All I can think about the whole way to Notting Hill is I have this tiny window of paradise. This second chance at the blissful time we spent together last time I was in London. This time I’m not going to mess it up. This time it’s going to be the first two days of forever.
When the taxi stops, Will reaches for his wallet, then curses. “Shit. I lost my clothes back at the airport.”
I laugh and swipe my phone to pay. “Well, now you’re my mate, you’ll have to get used to being a kept man. No more paying bills for you.”
He rushes around to open my door for me. “Then you’ll have to let me show you just how grateful I am.”
“Oh?”
He opens the bright blue door and holds it for me to step inside his home. I’m not exaggerating when I say I pause in the doorway just to breathe in the smell. “Smells like coming home,” I tell him.
“What’s mine is yours.”
“So when you say grateful, does that include princess treatment? Like will you be picking up after me?”
He gives me a funny look. “Yes, if you want me to.”
I take off one black heel and drop it onto the floor. “Like will you be tidying up my shoes if I leave them lying around?”
“Yes.” He picks it up, watching me.
I remove the other and drop it onto the floor. I can’t keep the laughter out of my voice. “That’s good, because it might just give me enough of a head start to run!”
His gaze snaps up to mine. His eyes flash orange and fill with hunger. His teeth elongate. This takes only a split second and then I’m off, dashing through the house, screaming in delight, heading for the stairs.
Will growls and drops the shoes. I can practically feel him on the back of my neck. My body tingles all over.
His hand closes around my ankle part way up the stairs and I laugh hysterically. I tumble to my hands and knees and his heat closes around me. His breath tickles my ear. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to run from the big bad wolf?”
“No. I don’t think I remember that part of the fairy tale. I seem to remember the wolf being very hungry, though.”
He laughs, then he yanks down the waistband of my pants, exposing my ass. “Oh, I am hungry.”
I shiver. My pussy throbs. Exposed to the air, it’s noticeably wet and I suck in a breath when claws traces the curve of my ass. “How hungry?”
“Very. Very hungry. Hungry enough to eat you all up.” Next moment, his mouth closes over my clit, hands squeezing my hips to hold me close.
I moan. It feels so good. I want to feel his mouth everywhere on my body. His teeth, his claws. I want him buried so deep inside me he fills me completely.
My legs shake when he flicks his tongue over my clit. He draws it into his mouth with hungry suckling and working it just the way I like. While he eats me out, he makes little groans and moans of delight, feasting on me like a favorite meal. I can’t get over the way he stops to lap up my juices, returning to my clit with determination a moment later as if he feels guilty for stopping.
“Will!” I cry out when he moves his hand, toying with my clit, while he thrusts his tongue into my cunt. I’m so close to the edge.
Pulling his mouth away from my pussy, he continues to rub my clit with his fingers. “Let me take you to bed. Please, Bella. I’m not going to knot you for the first time like this.”
A shiver of awareness shoots through me. Today! He’s going to knot me today. “Yes.”
I miss his touch on my pussy instantly. But he scoops me up and carries me up the stairs like it’s nothing. I love the way thick fur has sprouted on his arms and the way his ears have grown pointed. My wild wolfman.
He deposits me on the bed gently and carefully removes the rest of my clothing. I can’t help touching myself while I watch him struggle with his own clothes. They are noticeably too tight as he yanks them off. He’s partially shifted and when he tugs at the trousers of his borrowed cleaner’s uniform, it tears.
He winces. “Oops. Guess I’ll have to replace it.”
I laugh. “I’ll make a donation to Heathrow. Now get over here.”
God, I love the feeling of him crawling over me. His fur brushes against my naked skin and sends skitters of warm pleasure through me. My pussy aches for his touch.
He braces one arm beside my head and, like he’s read my mind, reaches between us with his other hand to caress me tenderly. I arch my back, longing for more pressure. He obliges, slipping two fingers into me and pressing his palm over my clit.
I’m so wet. His fingers slide right in and I gasp. I throw my hand around his neck and he presses his forehead against mine for a few breathless minutes. He works my cunt like that.
Soon, it’s too much. I need more.
“Will, please!”
“Ready?”
“God, yes.”
Withdrawing his fingers, he pauses. “Condom?”
I shake my head.
I’m grinning as he lines up his cock at my entrance. The warmth. The slight damp of his pre-cum mixed with my juices. Perfect. Then holding eye contact, he nudges forward until the stretch of his cock filling me makes me moan.
He stops.
“Keep going,” I urge him.
He thrusts forward. God, his cock is even bigger than usual. The already swollen base nudges at my opening.
He pulls back. “Are you going to take all of me this time?”
I nod.
“My whole cock and my fat knot?”
I nod again.
He fucks me slowly, methodically. Until I cry out for more.
Finally, he picks up the pace. His thrusts become faster. His breath becomes labored.
I cling to him, urging him on. Faster. Deeper.
I don’t even fully realize when he sinks to the very root.
He holds still a moment and then the burn registers. He’s so thick!
We stare at each other, no words needed.
Slowly, he moves again and I nearly come apart right then. The sting has turned to bliss and now as he fucks that thick knot in and out of my pussy, I feel only pleasure.
“Be my mate, Bella. Be mine. Take my knot.”
I thread my fingers into his hair and hold him close. “Yes. Give it to me.”
Somehow, he keeps fucking me while he slips one hand between us to caress my clit. My eyelids flutter closed, but I force them open. I don’t want to miss a moment.
The tendons on his neck stand out. Sweat dampens his brow. His clenched teeth are sharp fangs. But on his face the expression of rapture is pure male beauty.
“I want. To bite you.” His words are growled. Forced out through gritted teeth.
“Yes, baby.”
“But you’ll turn.”
“Excuse me?”
He freezes, looking at me guiltily. “You don’t have to decide now.”
I lift my hands to cup his face, staring intently into his eyes. “You mean I’ll be one of you? One of the pack?”
He nods slowly. “Yes.”
I turn my head to expose my neck. “Do it! Please. There’s nothing I want more.”
This is it.
This is the moment we’ve both been waiting for.
The moment Will moves again, I’m right back on the edge. It only takes a few thrusts before I’m tightening around him, excited for what’s to come.
I scream when sharp fangs sink into my flesh, but it’s not with pain.
As Will bites me, liquid pleasure courses through my veins and I explode with the strongest orgasm I’ve ever felt.
It goes on and on. Through the uneven thrusts as he forces himself deep inside me. As his jaws tighten and he roars into my neck. Then peetering out, as he licks and kisses the bite he made. He tells me how beautiful I look.
Finally, he stops moving and we gaze at each other for a long moment.
“Mine.”
I throw my arms around his neck and pull him down to rest on top of me. “Mine.”
We’re both laughing. I might be crying, too.
All I know is this is the happiest I’ve felt in a very long time.